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SCENE  I. — Marine  Aquarium,  or  Naiad's  Coralline  Temple — Wa¬ 
ter  Spirits  discovered  sleeping  in  shells;  Tritons  come  in  and 
arouse  them ,  by  sounding  their  conches  ;  Spirits  rise  and  dance  ; 
a  coral  grotto  rises ,  having  in  it  Submarina,  Coralia,  Azurina, 
Tempestia,  §c. 

Sub.  Friends,  mermaids,  sprites  and  guardians  of  the  sea, 

Leave  off  your  dancing  and  attend  to  me ; 

This  is  a  public  meeting,  not  a  ball ; 

Here  come,  I’ll  take  the  chair — how  silence,  all. 

All.  Hear  !  hear  ! 

Sub.  [c.]  Do  let  me  speak,  I  say,  once  more — 

Friends,  sprites  and  guardians, 

Cor.  That  you  said  before. 

Sub.  Another  interruption  of  this  sort, 

And  I’ll— 

Cor.  [r.  c.]  Well,  well,  go  on — but  cut  it  short ; 

Sub.  Friends,  sprites,  et  cetera — We’ve  assembled  thus, 

The  state  of  our  dominions  to  discuss ; 

Each  day  we  read,  in  the  Subaqueous  Times, 

Of  murders,  robberies,  and  other  crimes, 

Daily  committed  with  impunity, 

In  open  day — upon  the  open  sea — 

Till  none  are  safe  who  roam  the  ocean  o’er. 

Cor.  They’re  just  as  safe  as  if  they  stayed  on  shore  ; 

There,  too,  I’m  told,  you’ll  find  on  the  increase — 

Burglaries — robberies — but  not  police. 

Sub.  Pray,  what’s  the  shore  to  you — 

Cor.  I  but  to  tell  ye  meant. 

Sub.  Pooh  !  pooh  !  on  land  we’re  quite  out  of  our  element ; 

What  we’ve  to  do,  is  to  find  out  some  plan 
To  rid  the  ocean  of  that  bad  young  man, 

Conrad  the  Corsair. — None  can  safety  gain 


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THE  CORSAIR. 


Until,  like  gas,  he’s  turned  off  from  the  main; 

At  ail  attempts  to  do  so,  he  has  laughed, 

While  his  great  cunning  saves  his  little  craft; 

All  commerce  doth  he  from  the  waters  sweep — 
Cleans  out  the  simple  ones  and  scours  the  deep ; 
None  cross  the  seas  thro’  fear  of  this  vile  rover — 
Their  spirits  fail,  ere  they  get  half  seas  over — 

In  short,  unless  mankind  from  him  we  save, 

There’ll  soon  be  no  life  on  the  ocean  wave. 

Cor.  What  shall  we  do,  in  his  career  to  check  him — 
Azurina.  Hang  him ! 

Sub.  Can’t  catch  him. 

Tempestia.  Raise  a  storm  and  wreck  him. 

Sub.  A  good  idea,  most  reckless  of  all  men ; 

His  ship  destroyed,  he’ll  not  be  wreckless  then. 
About  it  straight. 

Music. — Serena  rises  through  trap ,  l.  c. 


Serena. 

Sub. 

Serena. 

Sub. 

Serena. 

Sub. 

Serena. 

Cor. 

Sub. 

Serena. 


Cor. 


Azurina. 


One  moment  hear  me,  pray. 

A  motion,  an  arrest  of  judgment,  eh  ! 

Not  only  that,  but  one  for  a  new  trial. 

Nay — his  guilt’s  plain. 

Too  plain  for  my  denial. 

But  ’stead  of  punishing,  could  we  reclaim  him — 
Can  you  reclaim  a  tiger  1 

You  can  tame  him  ! 

Let  me  attempt  the- task. 

Nay,  have  a  care, 

We  don’t  want  Conrad  made  a  tame  affair. 

Say  by  what  potent  magic  will  you  try  I 
One  which  the  rudest  breast  can  purify — 

Lifting  the  soul  all  meaner  thoughts  above — 

The  magic  influence  of  woman’s  love. 

Ho !  ho  !  I  see — the  Corsair’s  handsome  face 
And  figure,  eh  1 


Cor. 

Serena 

Sub. 


You’re  smitten. 


A  most  decided  case, 
miss. 

I  scorn  the  imputation  ; 

I  am  a  fairy,  and  I  know  my  station  ! 

No  quarreling — I  own  your  plan  seems  strange ; 
Think  you  that  love  can  work  this  mighty  change  1 
Serena.  Madam,  I’ve  heard  of  fast  young  men  on  town, 
Desperate  dogs,  by  marriage  settled  down — 

Men.  who  for  years  would  not  go  home  till  morning, 
Found  the  domestic  tea-table  adorning ; 

Smokers,  Iv’e  heard,  have  put  their  pipes  out — nay 
I’ve  even  heard  of  latch-keys  thrown  away. 

Can  love  do  this,  and  yet  be  unavailing, 

To  cure  a  paltry  pirate’s  little  failing  1 
Let  Conrad  only  get  a  loving  wife, 


THE  CORSAIR. 


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And,  on  my  word,  lie’ll  lead  another  life. 

Sub.  Enough — we’ll  try  your  plan. 

Serena.  I  ask  no  more, 

Than  leave  of  absence  for  a  month  on  shore — 

*If,  ere  that  time  be  passed,  I  don’t  succeed, 

Then  wreck  him,  or  whate’er  you  please — 

Sub.  Agreed ! 

[Music. — The  Spirits  form  a  group,  and  Serana  is  seen  darting  up 
towards  the  earth  as  the  scene  closes. 

SCENE  II. — Market  Place  in  Stamboul,  and  Oriental  Slave  Bazaar. 

Cheering  outside. — Enter  Corsairs,  l. 

lstf  Cors.  Come  lads,  our  Captain’s  given  us  a  holiday 

On  shore  to-day,  and  so  let’s  have  a  jolly  day — 

We’ve  been  of  late  so  close  to  business  sticking, 

We  want  some  change. 

2d  Cors.  Let’s  try  some  pocket-picking — 

1st  Cors.  You’d  find  small  change  in  that — 

2d  Cors.  Yes,  ’twoukl  he  strange, 

In  people’s  pockets  not  to  find  small  change. 

3 d  Cors.  But  see,  our  noble  Captain  comes  this  way — 
ls2  Cors.  Three  cheers  for  Conrad — Hip,  hip,  hip,  hurray! 

Enter  Conrad,  l. 

Conrad.  There,  that’ll  do — Hip,  hip,  indeed — what  stuff — 

As  if  I’m  not  already  hipped  enough.  [Crosses  r. 

ls£  Cors.  Cheer  up,  my  hearty — 

Conrad.  Man  !  I’m  not  your  hearty, 

And  to  cheer  up,  I’m  not  at  all  the  party, 
lstf  Cors.  Why  is  great  Conrad  ever  sad  1 
Conrad.  Ah,  why  ? 

Who  can  explain  this  secret  grief ;  not  I — 

That  secret  kept  so  dark,  none  e’er  saw  through  it — 

I  don’t  believe  that  even  Byron  knew  it.  [ Crosses ,  L. 

Go,  go,  poor  giddy  things,  employ  your  leisure, 

In  seeking  what  the  thoughtless  world  calls  pleasure, 
lstf  Cors.  Say,  is  there  aught  you’d  like,  that  we  can  bring, 

To  soothe  your  grief — 

Conrad,  [l.]  I  don’t  like  anything  ; 

The  gloomy  spirit  in  this  aching  breast, 

Despises  most  things,  and  can’t  bear  the  rest; 

Deems  happiness  an  empty  sound,  no  more; 

The  world  a  humbug — life  itself  a  bore — 

There’s  nothing  in  it !  Leave  me.  [They  are  going.. 

Tell  me,  though, 

Hast  seen  Birbanto  our  lieutenant  % 

lstf  Cors.  No. 

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Enter  Birbanto,  l. 


[Exeunt,  r.‘ 


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THE  CORSAIR. 


Birb.  Behold  him,  here  !  What  would  great  Conrad — Eh  7 

Anything  wanted  in  my  little  way  7  [ Drawing  his  dagger. 

If  so,  just  give  your  orders  and  its  done — 

From  pitch  and  toss  to  manslaughter,  all’s  one. 

Conrad.  Thou  art  the  best  o’  the  cut-throats — 

Birb.  I’m  no  bragger, 

But,  I  must  say,  I’m  not  bad  at  a  dagger, 

I’ve  one  to  serve  you  with  in  any  way, 

[Aside.]  And  serve  you  out  with,  too,  I  hope,  some  day. 
Conrad.  You’re  very  kind. 

Birb.  But  pardon  the  suggestion — 

My  dagger’s  point  was  not  the  point  in  question. 

You  asked  for  me — 

Conrad.  I  might  have  done.  Heigho  ! 

Birb.  Pooh  !  try  some  drink — you’re  several  cups  too  low. 

Conrad.  Nay,  I  have  tried — I  drained  a  flask  this  minute - 

Birb.  Well,  when  you’d  drained  it  7 

Conrad.  There  was  nothing  in  it. 

All  things  I’ve  tried,  but  they  bring  no  relief 
To  the  used-up,  bored,  blase  pirate  chief. 

Travel  I’ve  tried,  from  place  to  place  still  dodging, 

You’ll  And  me  bored  where’er  you  find  me  lodging. 

The  stormy  waves  no  change  to  me  afford, 

For  if  I’m  shipwrecked,  still  I’m  over  board  ; 

I’ve  sought  excitement  east,  west,  north,  and  south, 

In  battle-strife — e’en  at  the  cannon’s  mouth, 

But  all  in  vain  :  amid  the  battle’s  roar, 

I  found  the  cannon’s  mouth  was  but  a  bore ! 

Enough  of  this. 

Birb.  [Aside. J  Too  much  for  me  to  stand; 

A  pretty  fellow  to  command  our  band. 

Oh,  1  should  like  to - 

[Raises  dagger ;  Cox  rad  turns  round  ;  Birbanto  bows 
after  the  approved  style  of  melodrama. 

Conrad.  Where’s  my  galley  7 

Birb.  [Pointing  off  r.]  Sir, 

The  gcdley's  there — that  buoy's  attached  to  her. 

Conrad.  Keep  her  in  readiness  to  sail  to-night, 

In  case  of  accidents.  D’ye  hear  7 

[Same  business  with  the  dagger. 
Birb.  [Bowing .]  All  right ! 

[Exit  Conrad,  r. 

It  shall  be  so.  We’ve  stood  him  long  enough — 

A  spoony,  pining,  sentimental  muff; 

He’s  not  at  all  my  notion  of  a  Corsair — 

I  like  black  worsted  curls  and  beard  of  horsehair  ; 

The  good  old  heavy  style  of  melodram, 

More  like  the  individual  I  am. 

Yet  the  hand  love  him.  Well,  it  i-s  but  right 
To  own  he  is  the  very  deuce  to  fight, 


THE  CORSAIR. 


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When  he  begins.  No  matter  !  we  shall  see 
Which  they  prefer  to  lead  them — him  or  me  ! 

To  sound  them  on  the  point,  at  once  I  go  forth. 

[Shaking  his  fist  towards  where  Conrad  has  gone  off. 
Tremble  !  Despair  !  Ha,  ha  !  Revenge  !  and  so  forth  ! 

Song. — Birbanto. — Air,  “  Dusty  Bob's  Hornpipe .” 

Scruples,  lie  down — for  in  guilt  I’m  dyed  so  deep  already ; 

Harder  ’twould  be  to  go  back  than  to  proceed. 

After  the  scores  that  this  dagger’s  sent  to  sleep  already 
Why  should  I  pause  at  one  other  little  deed  I 
Tremble,  proud  Conrad — a  foe  you  don’t  expect  in  me ; 

Tremble — despair — as,  I  think,  I  said  before. 

You  once  removed — as  their  leader — they  electing  me — 

Crown  all  the  hopes  that  so  long  I’ve  pondered  o’er. 

Let  them  consent,  and  but  once  transfer  the  rule  to  me, 

I’d  show  them  how  they  their  work  should  go  about ; 

A  ticket-ol'-leave  man  himself  would  be  a  fool  to  me ; 

Garotters  confess  that  I  beat  ’em  out  and  out. 

Robbing,  attacking  all — plundering,  whacking  all — 

I  get  the  lion’s  share,  of  course,  of  all  the  dibs  ; 

If  they’ll  fall  in  with  it,  now  I’ll  begin  with  it, 

Sticking  at  nothing  except  our  leader’s  ribs.  [Exit  r. 

Enter  a  number  of  female  Slaves,  followed  by  Yussuff,  l. 

Yussuff.  Now  then,  you  tarnal  critters,  look  alive. 

I  have  had  many  lots  of  slaves  to  drive, 

Of  all  sorts  and  complexions — black,  Avhite,  and  red  ; 

You  whip  them  all — from  Uncle  Tom  to  Dred  ! 

Come,  look  alive,  I  tell  you.  Take  your  places, 

None  of  your  airs — but  plenty  of  your  graces. 

Be  careful  of  your  smiles,  and  mind  your  eyes  ; 

It’s  market-day,  remember.  Come,  who  buys  1 

March. — Enter  Pasha,  Syng  Smaul,  and  Guards,  r. 

Pasha.  Halt !  curs  ! 

Si/ng.  Halt,  curs — d’ye  hear  'l 

Pasha.  Of  course  they  hear. 

Syng.  [l.]  Great  Pasha  ! 

Pasha  Slave,  who  bid  you  interfere  ? 

Syng.  I’m  dumb. 

Yussuf.  [r.]  Great  Brother  of  the  Sun  and  Moon, 

How  do  you  find  yourself,  this  afternoon  I 
Pasha,  [c.]  We  thank  thee,  dog,  we’re  pretty  well. 

Syng.  Rejoice! 

Let  all  the  earth  raise  high  its  joyful  voice ; 

All  care  and  grief  from  every  heart  abolish, 

Our  mighty  Pasha,  feels  himself  tol-lol-ish. 

Shout  all  of  you. 


[H?Z  shout. 


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THE  C0B8AIR. 


Pasha.  [Striking  him.]  Be  quiet — 

Syn.  [Striking  another.]  Slaves,  be  dumb. 

How  dare  you  make  this  row — 

Pasha.  But  business — come— 

Wliat  hast  thou  got  to  sell,  dog  7 
Yussuf.  Sire,  I  deem 

These  here  Circassians,  the  Circassian  cream 
Of  excellence,  in  all  points — figures — faces — 

•  Trot  out,  you  critters,  come,  and  show  your  paces. 

Music. — The  Slaves  dance  out  one  by  one ,  and  pass  before  the  Pasha. 

Pasha.  [Looking  at  them  one  by  one.]  Too  dark !  too  fair  !  too  red  ! 
too  short !  too  tall ! 

Too  lean  !  Loo  fat!  pooh  !  pooh  !  won’t  do  at  all. 

Hast  thou  no  others,  pig  7 

No,  sire  ;  you  see 

My  wholesale  merchant  disappointed  me ; 

I’ve  ordered  in  some  beauties. 

Reptile,  peace ! 

Who’s  this  7 

That,  sire  7  Medora,  my  young  niece. 
Enter  Medora,  dancing ,  l. 


Yussuf. 

Pasha. 

Yussuf. 


There,  that’ll  do — just  cut  these  capers — stop  ! 

Must  I  for  ever  catch  you  on  the  hop  7 
Medora.  Nay,  be  not  angry,  uncle — 

Yussuf.  Then  stand  still ! 

Medora  With  pleasure,  if  it  pleases  you,  I  will ; 

But  I’m  so  happy — feel  my  heart  so  light; 

The  air’s  so  balmy,  and  the  sun  so  bright. 

The  gladness  that’s  inspired  by  all  around, 

Finds  vent  in  jumps ,  because  it  knows  no  bound. 

Pasha.  She’ll  do  !  Come  hither,  dog,  a  word  with  jmu. 

[Yussuf  approaches,  they  whisper ,  L.  C. 
Medora.  [Uneasy.]  What’s  that  dark  stranger,  whispering  7 
Pasha.  Pooh  !  pooh  ! 

Yussuf.  But,  sire,  to  sell  one’s  niece,  like  any  nigger ! 

’Possums  and  rattlesnakes  !  Say  what’s  the  figure  7 
Pasha,  [l.  c.]  Name  your  own  price. 

Yussuf.  [l.]  My  niece — so  good,  so  true— 

So  dear  to  me.  Well,  she’ll  be  dear  to  you. 

What  say  you  to  one  thousand  cliequeens  7 
Pasha.  Done. 

Yussuf.  [Aside.]  I  wish  I’d  ask’d  him  five,  instead  of  one. 

Medora.  VVhat  strange  presentiment  of  woe  comes  o’er  me 
Pasha.  Conduct  her  home. 

Syng.  Fair  slave,  just  march  before  me  ! 

Medora.  Slave  !  knave  !  behave  !  I  am  no  slave — I’m  free  ! 

You  are  deceived ; 


Syng. 


Nay,  you  are  sold — not  me; 


THE  CORSAIR. 


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Medora.  I  sold  !  Who’d  dare-  to  sell  me  ? 

Syng.  Can’t  you  guess — 

Medora.  Oh,  my  prophetic  soul !  my  uncle — 

Yussuf.  Yes ; 

I’m  very  sorry,  but — 

Medora.  You  sorry — stuff! 

Yussuf.  I  guess  I  am.  [Aside.]  I  didn’t  charge  enough. 

Med, ora.  [Yo  Pasha.]  I  am  no  slave,  good  sir,  I’m  free — then  please  ye, 
To  calm  my  fears,  and  make  me  free  and  easy. 

Yussuf.  There  !  don’t  orationize  the  case  about. 

Medora.  If  you’re  my  uncle,  you  will  let  me  spout. 

Pasha.  No  words — you  are  my  slave.  [Seizes  her. 

Medora.  Help  !  help ! 

Enter  Conrad,  r. 

Conrad.  How  now  I 

Some  work  for  me  it  seems  ;  I  like  a  row.  [Draws  sword. 
Villains ! 

Pasha.  Holloa ! 

Medora.  Sir,  save  me  if  you  can — 

Conrad.  Yes,  I’ll  see  fair  ;  I’m  a  sea-faring  man  ; 

And  on  the  stage  no  sailor  can  do  less, 

Than  rescue  lovely  women  in  distress  : 

And  so  here  goes. 

[ Throws  Syng  Smaul  across  to  r. — Tableau. 
Pasha.  Guards,  hew  him  limb  from  limb! 

Medora.  No,  mercy  !  take  my  life,  but  pardon  him. 

Conrad.  Pooh  !  pooh  !  fair  maid,  let  them  come  on — thej  dare  not ; 
Come — the  whole  lot  of  you  at  once — I  care  not. 

Song. — Conrad. — Air,  “  La  tremenda  ultrice  SjpadaP 

Ten  to  one,  now  come  on  to  the  attack,  sirs, 

Were  it  ten  times  ten  I’d  not  yield,  sirs, 

What’s  the  odds,  I  myself  still  back,  sirs, 

Ten  to  one  on  the  favorite  ’gainst  the  field. 

Ten  to  one — who  says  done  1 — still  no  takers, 

Ten  to  one — you,  my  friends,  are  quakers, 

Ten  to  one — you’ll  say  done  in  a  crack,  sirs. 

When  my  name  and  my  address  I  have  revealed. 

Yessuf.  [r.]  Go  at  him — all  at  once.  [Guards  rush  forward. 
Conrad.  Stay  !  by-the-bye, 

You’d  like  to  know,  p’rhaps,  who  I  am  1 
Pasha.  Not  I ! 

Conrad.  Well,  mind  you,  I  can  fight — I  give  you  warning. 

Medora.  Who  can  it  be,  these  fearful  odds  thus  scorning  1 
Pasha.  My  guards  are  ready. 

Medora.  StajT — your  name  avow  ! 

Conrad.  Conrad  the  Corsair!  [Guards  shrink  away. 

Are  they  ready  now  1 


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the  corsair. 


Yussuf.  Jerusalem  !  Exit,  r.,  followed  by  the  Girls. 

Pasha.  The  Corsair!  murder!  fire! 

[Runs  out ,  followed  by  Guards,  l. 
Conrad,  [l.]  Fair  maid,  you’re  safe — permit  me  to  retire. 

Medora.  [r.J  Nay,  fly  not  yet,  or  else  let  me  fly-too, 

I’m  not  safe  here — they’ll  soon  return. 

Conrad.  That’s  true, 

And  doubtless,  though  the  case  I’ve  yet  to  learn, 

You’ll  get  small  profit  by  their  quick  return; 

But  still  to  come  with  me - 

Medora.  Oh,  take  me  hence  ! 

I  will  not  put  you  to  the  least  expense ; 

I’ll  work  my  passage  out — wash,  cook,  bake,  brew  for  you. 
Will  be  your  slave,  and  regularly  do  for  you. 

Conrad.  [Aside.  J  I  fear  you  would,  if  long  at  you  I  looked, 

And  my  own  goose  be  the  first  thing  you  cooked. 

[Aloud  ]  But  think  upon  the  dangers  of  the  sea. 

Medora.  Those  dangers  have  no  terrors,  sir,  for  me. 

Conrad.  A  common  boast — the  would-be  yachting  man, 

Who  talked  so  bravely  ere  the  trip  began, 

I  have  seen  rush,  at  the  first  lurch,  to  leeward, 

His  boasting  sunk  in  one  faint  cry  of  “  steward.” 

Medora.  Fear  not  my  courage  ;  take  me  with  you,  do. 

Conrad.  I’ve  half  a  mind. 

Medora.  I  should  be  safe  with  you ; 

But  if  left  here  alone,  then  should  I  be 
Alone  without  the  least  security. 

Conrad.  Enough  !  it  shall  be  so — your  words  prevail. 

The  best  security  is  power  of  sail  ; 

So,  to  set  sail  at  once  must  be  our  plan, 

The  crew  may  follow  the  best  way  they  can. 

Sony. — Conrad. — Air,  “  My  Skiff  is  by  the  Shore.” 

My  skiff  is  on  the  shore,  she  manned  must  be, 

By  one  little  boy,  yourself,  and  me; 

Can  I  call  it  manned,  though,  when  of  the  three, 

One  is  a  small  boy,  and  another  a  she. 

Fa,  la,  la,  &c. 

My  skiff  is  on  the  shore — then  come  with  me, 

Since  here  with  you  ’twould  be  all  U  P. 

[Medora  dances  to  chorus — exeunt,  L. 

Serena  rises  from  trap,  r.  c. 

Serena.  So  far,  so  good  !  my  plans  are  working  nicely  ; 

That’s  just  the  sort  of  girl  he  wants  precisely. 

Modest,  sportive,  happy,  kind,  affectionate; 

With  heart  as  light  as  a  cheap  grocer’s  weight. 

He’s  half  in  love  as  ’tis — but  to  make  sure, 

All  sorts  of  dangers  they  shall  first  endure ; 

For  true  love’s  course,  in  palace,  cottage,  booth, 


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Like  omnibuses,  never  yet  ran  smooth  ; 

And  of  all  plans  to  win  a  man’s  affection, 

The  surest  is,  to  trust  him  for  protection. 

To  aid  my  plans,  first,  shipwrecked  he  shall  be ; 

When  the  ship  sinks,  all  must  go  swimmingly — 

To  raise  the  wind,  at  once  the  seas  I’ll  cross, 

And' set  the  waves  all  playing  pitch  and  toss. 

Song. — Serena. — Air ,  “  Over  the  Sea.” 

Over  the  sea  ! — now  will  I  flee — 

Mind,  it’s  a  secret  between  you  and  me  ; 

Soon  you  will  see — don’t  say  ’twas  me — 

Somebody  coming  it  strong  ! 

Even  March  !  March  !  March  ! 

With  his  winds  and  rough  weather, 

Such  storm  ne’er  could  gather  : 

Old  March  !  March  !  March  ! 

Shall  confess  himself  beaten  ere  long. 

It’s  over  the  sea  !  Over  the  sea ! 

Like  Mother  Carey’s  bird  now  will  I  flee — 

Over  the  sea  !  Over  the  sea  ! 

Raising  the  wind  pretty  strong.  [Exit  r. 

SCENE  III. — A  Storm  at  Sea,  with  the  wreck  of  the  Golden  Mary. 

Conrad’s  vessel  discovered ,  surrounded  by  the  raging  waters.  Con¬ 
rad,  Medora  and  Sailor,  discovered  on  the  deck. 

Courage,  Medora,  all  will  yet  be  well; 

I  s’pose  you  ne’er  saw  such  a  heavy  swell  I 
Cheer  up  !  you’re  pale — you  must  be  ill,  I’m  thinking  I 
No,  no !  I  only  feel  a  little  sinking. 

[AWse  of  ship  striking . 
Hark  !  the  ship’s  striking — we  are  lost ! 

Pooh !  pooh ! 

Who  cares,  if  the  effect  is  striking  too, 

If  with  the  public  we  go  down  to-night ! 

She  sinks  !  we’re  going  down  ! 

We  are  1  All  right ! 
[Ship  sinks.  Scene  closes. 

SCENE  IV. — The  Pirate's  Home. — A  large  arch  in  c.,  with  curtains 

closed.  Music. 

Enter  Birbanto  and  Yussuf,  stealthily,  l. 

Tussuf.  [l.]  Say,  stranger. 

Birb.  [r.J  Hush!  don’t  speak, — don’t  breathe — don’t  wink! 

Yussuf.  All  slick,  old  coon,  we  see’d  the  critter  sink 
In  last  night’s  storm. 

Birb.  He’s  saved  tho’,  I’ll  be  bound ; 

Men  born  for  his  fate,  never  can  be  drowned. 


Conrad. 


Medora. 


Conrad. 


Medora. 

Conrad. 


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Yussuf.  How  was  it  we  escaped  1 

Birb.  Because,  you  see, 

We  were  not  born  for  drowning  more  than  he. 

But  come,  to  business  !  where’s  the  cash  1  fork  out ! 

Yussuf.  I’d  rather  have  the  gal  back,  first. 

Birb.  No  doubt, 

Yussuf.  I’ll  liquidate,  safe  as  the  bank. 

Birb.  Just  so ; 

But  then  banks  are  not  always  safe,  you  know. 

No  trust. 

Yussuf.  [  Gives  money. ]  Well,  there.  Now,  how  d ’ye  mean  to  fix  him  1 
Birb.  A  sleeping  draught  I’ll  go  at  once  and  mix  him, 

So  strong,  that  if  his  food  in  it  you  steep, 

You’d  even  catch  a  weasel  fast  asleep. 

Yussuf.  I  see.  So  then,  when  he  this  potion  drinking, 

Goes  off1  like  nodding,  we  go  oft'  like  winking, 

And  take  the  gal. 

Birb.  [Aside.]  A  rash  step,  p’raps,  I’ve  taken  ; 

I’d  take  a  rasher,  could  I  save  my  bacon, 

And  settle  him  at  once,  clean  out  of  hand, 

But  that  I  fear  the  vengeance  of  the  band. 

No  matter,  time  will  come.  Hah  !  hah  ! 

Yussuf.  I  say.  - 

Birb.  I  beg  your  pardon.  Come — away  !  away  ! 

[Exit  melo-dramaticaUy ,  followed  by  Yussuf,  r. 

Music. — The  curtains  in  the  arch ,  c.,  are  raised ,  and  discover  Con¬ 
rad  reclining  on  a  couch  of  tiger  shins,  smoking  a  chibouque , 
Medora  seated  at  his  feet. 

Conrad.  And  so  your  uncle  sold  you  into  slavery  1 
The  monster  ! 

Medora.  Had  it  not  been  for  your  bravery - 

Conrad.  There,  that’s  enough  ;  these  fervent  thanks  withhold. 
Medora.  Say,  are  you  sure  you  haven’t  caught  a  cold, 

Last  night  when  struggling  with  the  waves  so  cruel  1 
Do  let  me  make  you  just  one  drop  of  gruel.  [Rises. 

Conrad.  A  pirate  taking  gruel !  doubtless  you 

Would  like  my  feet  put  in  hot  water,  tool 
Medora.  I  should,  ’twould  do  you  good. 

Conrad.  And  I  suppose 

You’d  further  counsel  tallowing  my  nose  1 
.Medora.  ’Twould  be  as  well.  Nay,  come,  from  laughing  cease  ; 

Were  you  a  patriot,  you’d  stick  up-for  grease. 

Conrad.  Her  care  for  me  is  really  charming  !  Come, 

Sit  down,  Medora — make  yourself  at  home. 

Medora.  Nay,  I’m  yonr  slave. 

Conrad.  [Aside.]  My  love  for  her  gets  stronger. 

Medora.  Your  waiting  maid. 

Conrad.  '  Nay,  you  shall  wait  no  longer. 

[Tie  rises  •  she  dances  away  coquettishly ,  he  following — 
Conrad  sings  to  music  of  dance. 


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Air. — “  The  Fan  Dance."  (Spanish.) 

Sweetest,  your  charms  have  restored  me, 

All  once  bored  me — ennui  floored  me. 

Oh,  my  heart  now  you’ve  fill’d  with  gladness, 
Away  have  you  chased  its  sadness  ! 

Medora,  oh  !  don’t  say  me  no. 

Say  you’ll  be  mine — then  pray  do,  love  ! 

For  ’tis  you,  love,  are  my  true  love  ; 

Oh  !  don’t  turn  away  your  face,  dear, 

But  do  grant  me  one  embrace,  dear, 

You  will  not  refuse  me,  I  know. 

Come,  sweet  Medora — say  that  you’ll  be  mine  ! 


Birbanto  crawls  on  from  r. 

Birb.  Now,  how  to  do  it — hah,  the  wine !  the  wine  ! 

[Pours  liquid  from  vial  into  Conrad’s  glass,  and  exit  at  bade. 
Medora  sinks  into  Conrad’s  arms ;  he  kisses  her. 
Conrad.  No  more  a  slave — this  liberty  affords  you ; 

Your  lover,  not  your  master,  looks  towards  you. 

[  Drinks — chord. 

How’s  this  1  a  sudden  drowsiness,  methinks  ; 

Would  you  excuse  me  just  for  forty  winks  'l  [Sleeps. 

Medora.  Sleep — I’ll  hold  watch,  so  shall  no  harm  befall  him. 

Holding  the  watch,  I  shall  know  when  to  call  him. 


Soft  music. — Enter  Yussuf  and  Birbanto,  stealthily,  r. 


Birh. 


Yussuf. 

Birh. 

Medora. 

Birh. 


There  lies  the  man  of  mystery,  dark  and  deep, 

So  slow  when  waking — yet  how  last  asleep ! 

Now  is  your  time — quick  to  your  task  allotted. 

[  Gives  him  scarf. 

Slick  as  greased  light’jaing. 

[Throivs  scarf  over  Medora' s  head. 
Cleverly  garrotted. 
[Struggling:]  Help  !  Murder  ! 

Silence  her — choke — muzzle — gag  her. 

Or,  stay — let  me  assist  you  with  a  dagger. 


Yussuf.  No.  No. 

Medora.  Help !  Conrad  ! 

Yussuf.  Silence — come  along  !  [Drags  her  out,  r. 

Medora.  Help ! 

Birb.  [Calling  after  him.]  Get  a  pitch-plaster  and  pitch  it  strong. 


Enter  Corsairs,  l. 

1st  Cors.  What  noise  was  that!  A  cry  for  help  we  heard — 

Birb.  [Aside.]  So  just  in  time — [aloud] — acrv — pooh!  pooh!  absurd! 
2 d  Cors.  I’m  sure  I  heard  a  voice  for  aid  imploring — 

Birb.  Pshaw  !  you’re  mistaken — ’twas  our  captain  snoring. 

1st  Cors.  [Seeing  Conrad.]  Conrad  asleep ! 


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Birb.  Yes,  that’s  a  pretty  way 

For  a  great  pirate  chief  to  pass  the  day  ! 

Hear  me,  my  friends — our  captain  is  a  do. 

Is2  Cors.  How  1 

Birb.  Not  the  leader  for  brave  men  like  you. 

Cors.  Nay,  have  a  care  how  Conrad  you  abuse — 

Birb.  A  spooney  humbug — always  in  the  blues — 

Pining  and  sighing — 

2 d  Cors.  Well,  that’s  true  enough — 

He  is  too  sentimental. 

Birb.  He’s  a  muff! 

Not  fit  to  be  our  leader. 

\st  Cors.  P’raps  you’re  right. 

Birb.  Didn’t  he  leave  us  all  on  shore,  last  night, 

To  get  home  as  we  could  'l 

2 d  Cors.  That  was  a  fault. 

Birb.  Let’s  give  him  pepper — he’s  not  worth  his  salt. 

Corsairs.We  will — we  will. 

Birb.  Said  like  brave  men  and  true  ! 

You  mean,  though,  what  you  say  1 
Corsairs.  We  do — we  do. 

Birb.  One  blow  and  we  are  free — we  then  can  take 
Another  leader — come — 

[Music. — They  approach  Conrad,  with  daggers  raised. 
The  Scene  opens  and  Serena  appears  behind. 

Serena.  Wake,  Conrad,  wake. 

Conrad.  [ Starts  up.\  Methought  I  heard  a  voice  cry,  sleep  no  more — • 

Corsairs. 

Halloa!  [ They  slink  away.]  Here,  stop!  don’t  go.  Ho! 
guard  the  door. 

This  looks  like  a  rebellion,  eji,  my  men'?  [Corsairs  kneel . 
1st  Cors.  [l.J  Pardon  us,  mighty  Conrad. 

Birb.  [Aside,  r.]  Sold  again  ! 

‘Id  Cors.  It  was  Birbanto,  here,  that  drove  us  to  it. 

Birb.  Pardon,  great  chief,  I  didn’t  go,  to  do  it. 

Conrad.  Kneel,  traitor  ! 

Birb.  [Kneeling .]  Can  you,  then,  forgive  1 

[Throws  money  amongst  them. 
Conrad.  Ne’er  doubt  it. 

Go  drink  my  health,  and  say  no  more  about  it. 

All.  Long  live  great  Conrad.  Hip  !  hip  !  hip  !  hurrah  ! 

[Exeunt  Corsairs,  l. 

Birb.  [Aside.]  Defeated,  foiled — no  matter — hah  !  hah  !  hah  ! 

[Exit  Birbanto,  l. 

Serena \.  [Advances  r.]  Bravely  done,  Conrad,  this  great  generosity. 
Conrad.  Beg  pardon  !  you’ll  excuse  my  curiosity — 

But  whom  have  I  the  honor  to  address  I 
Serena,  [r.]  I  am  a  fairy. 

Conrad.  You  then  saved  me'? 


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Serena,  [c.]  Yes. 

Conrad .  Speak  !  where’s  my  love — my  Venus — my  Medora  1 
Serena.  Your  Venus  !  nay,  prepare  to  meet  a  floorer  ! 

She’s  gone  ! 

Conrad.  Gone”? 

Serena.  Nay,  don’t  start ;  yet  p’raps  you’d  better, 

And  start  at  once,  if  back  you  hope  to  get  her. 

Conrad.  Tell  me,  where  shall  I  seek  my  priceless  treasure  1 
Serena.  Promise  me  one  thing  first. 

Conrad.  I  do  with  pleasure. 

What  is  it  I 

Serena.  That  when  you’ve  regained  this  maid, 

You  will  retire  from  the  Corsair  trade  ; 

Marry,  and  live  respectably. 

Conrad.  Agreed ! 

I’ve  long  been  weary  of  the  life  I  lead — 

So  I’ll  reform. 

Serena.  This  is  indeed  felicity  ! 

Conrad.  Turn  steady,  and  go  in  for  domesticity  : 

Stand  for  churchwarden,  and  the  vestry  sit  on  ; 

Aye,  and  pay  rates  and  taxes  like  a  Briton, 

Duet. — Air,  “Home,  sweet  Home .” 

Serena.  All  pleasures  are  fallacies  for  those  who  roam  ; 

Howe’er  folks  may  grumble,  there’s  no  place  like  home. 
Conrad.  Tho’  duns  may  come  daily-j-tho’  poor’s  rates  may  call — 

Give  me  them  and  the  butcher’s  bill  dearer  than  all. 

Home,  home,  sweet  home, 

There’s  no  place  like  home  ; 

Whoever  deny  it,  there’s  no  place  like  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet  home, 

A  slow  place  is  home ; 

However,  I’ll  try  it,  and  go  in  for  home. 

Farewell !  Farewell !  Serena  sinks ,  r.  c. 

Song. — Conrad. — Air ,  “My  Mary  Ann .” 

Fare  you  well,  my  own  Mary  Ann, 

Or  whatever  your  name  may  be  ; 

These  fairies  seldom  give  their  names, 

And  so  I  christen  she,  “  Mary  Ann.” 

Let  me  once  more  see  my  own  turtle-dove, 

I’ll  keep  my  word  with  you  ; 

Excuse  me  if  I’ve  named  you  wrong, 

And  still  assist  me,  do,  Mary  Ann. 

Fare  you  well,  my  own  Mary  Ann,  &c. 

[Exit,  r. 

SCENE  V. — The  Harem,  with  the  Gardens  of  the  Pasha's  Palace.  - 

Odalisques  dancing.  Enter  Gulnare,  l.,  and  Zuliema,  r.  ;  the 
Odalisques  dance  round  Gulnare.  - 


Serena. 

Conrad. 

Both. 


[Together.  ] 


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THE  CORSAIR. 


Zuli.  How’s  this  'l  Atn  I  no  longer  mistress  here  1 
Gul.  Well,  don’t  be  angry  with  them,  there’s  a  dear  j 
You  can’t  put  old  heads  on  young  shoulders. 

Zuli.  No. 

But  you  can  take  the  young  heads  off  them,  though. 

They’d  best  not  slight  me  ! 

Gul.  Madam,  pray  control 

Your  passion  ;  do  now,  there’s  a  good  old  soul. 

Zuli.  Old  soul !  No  matter — we  shall  see. 

Gul.  No  doubt' 

With  spectales  you  might — you  won’t  without ! 

Zuli.  Proud  beauty ;  though  your  eye  now  brightly  twinkles  — 
Gul.  There — there  ;  don’t  frown,  it  only  shows  the  wrinkles. 

Zuli.  Dare  you  thus  openly,  then,  to  deride 

One  whom  the  Pasha’s  chosen  for  liis  bride  1 
Gul.  Nay,  I’ve  no  wish  a  quarrel  to  be  picking  ; 

But  you  must  own,  my  friend,  you’re  not  a  chicken. 

Zuli.  I  blush  for  you. 

Gul.  You  can’t — your  paint  beneath - 

Zuli.  ’Tis  false ! 

Gul.  Just  so. 

Zuli.  You  say  this  to  my  teeth  1 

Gul.  To  teeth — to  hair — to  all  the  charge  extending; 

That  wig — the  head  and  front  of  your  offending. 

Zuli.  I’ll  have  you  bow-stringed  ! 

Gul.  Yes,  a  likely  thing. 

First  catch  your  beau  before  you  talk  of  string. 

D’ye  think  the  Pasha  cares  for  you  1  Not  he. 

Zuli.  Indeed!  But  here  he  comes — now  we  shall  see. 

Enter  Pasha,  l.  it.  e. — Zuliema  runs  to  him  and  seizes  him  by  the  arm. 

Trio. — Irish  Air. 

Mighty  Pasha,  grant  your  slave 
Vengeance  on  this  beauty  bold. 

Mighty  Pasha,  I  Would  crave 
Safety  from  this  vixen  old. 

Will  you  hold  this  dreadful  row,  now  1 
Will  you  put  this  upstart  down,  now  I 
Her  conceit  has  grown  so  big,  sir — 

She  declares  I  wear  a  wig,  sir — 

How,  now,  now — will  you  hold  your  row  1 
I’m  by  no  means  in  good  humor — not  just  now. 

Leave  me. 

Alas  !  your  love  for  me,  then,  cools. 

[Embracing  him. 

Oh,  be  off — old  fools  are  the  worst  of  fools  ! 

Come  here,  Gulnare — the  cause  of  this  explain  : 

Zuli.  [r.,  Mincingly. ]  It  was  my  face. 

Gul.  [l.]  You  see  the  cause  is  plain — 


Zuli. 

Gul. 

Pasha. 

Zuli. 

Gul. 

Zuli. 

Pasha. 


Pasha. 

Zuli. 

Pasha. 


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THE  CORSAIR. 

X. 

She  boasted  that  she  was  your  wife  to  be, 

When  yon  remember,  sire,  you  promised  me. 

PasTia.  [Aside. ]  I  know,  to  both  of  them  I’ve  pledged  my  word — 
It’s  very  awkward,  for  I  love  a  third. 

Zuli.  Great  Pasha,  say,  shall  I  not  be  your  bride  I 
Gul.  I’ll  leave  it  to  your  taste,  sire,  to  decide. 

Song. — Pasha. — “  Beggar's  Opera.” 

How  happy  could  I  be  with  neither  ; 

Now  t’other  dear  charmer’s  away, 

I  don’t  care  a  button  for  either  ; 

And  so  what  the  deuce  can  I  say, 

Except  tol  de  rol,  oh,  my  Medora — 

Tol  de  rol,  rol  de  rol  la3r — 

You’ve  deserted  your  ardent  adorer, 

And  left  him  to  misery  a  prey. 

[A  loud  single  knock. 

Enter  Syng  Smaul,  l.  1  e. 

How  now,  slave  I 

Sire,  a  man  is  at  the  door, 

He’s  got  a  slave  to  sell. 

I’ll  buy  no  more. 

[Exit  Syng  Smaul. 

I’m  plagued  to  death  as  ’tis,  with  those  I’ve  got. 

% 

Re-enter  Syng  Smaul,  l.  1  e. 

What  now  I 

He  says  you  have  bought  this  one. 

What  I 

And  though  to  you  such  message  may  sound  funny  ; 

He  said  he  would’nt  leave  without  the  money. 

Insolent  caitiff!  show  him  in — and  stay — 

Request  our  headsman,  too,  to  step  this  way. 

[Exit  Syng  Smaul. 
Gul.  [Aside.]  Who  is  this  madman,  rushing  on  to  slaughter  I 

Enter  Yussuf  with  Medora,  veiled,  l.  1  e. 

Yussuf.  How  are  you,  Pasha  I  Here’s  the  gal ;  I  caught  her. 
Pasha.  What  girl,  dog  ? 

Yussuf.  [Raising  her  veil. J  See  ! 

Pasha.  Medora ! 

Medora.  Sire,  have  pity  ! 

Zuli.  [Looking  at  Medora.]  Young,  but  uncultivated! 

Gul.  [Looking  at  Medora.]  Plump,  but  pretty  ! 

Medora.  Save  me,  sir,  from  this  man  1 

Pasha.  Nay,  sweet — j’ou  see - 

Medora.  You  won’t  I  Enough  !  Thus,  then,  myself  I  free. 

[Draws  dagger  ;  is  about  to  stab  herself. 


Pasha. 

Syng. 

Pasha. 


Syng. 

Pasha. 

Syng. 

Pasha. 


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THE  CORSAIR. 


Yussuf. 

Medora. 

Yussuf. 


Pasha. 

Medora. 

Pasha. 

Medora. 

Pasha. 

Zuli. 

Pasha. 

Gul. 

Pasha. 


Hold  on,  until  I’m  paid — at  least.  Ho  !  seize  her. 

Villain,  for  you,  then.  [Runs  at  him  with  dagger. 

Back  her  !  stop  her  !  ease  her  ! 

Runs  out ,  l. 

Halloa  !  It  seems  your  dagger  you  are  quick  at ! 

Yes,  for  great  wrongs  I  never  trifles  stick  at. 

But  lie’s  your  uncle. ' 

[l.J  Kindred’s  no  protection. 

I  raised  this  knife  to  cut  my  own  connexion. 

Nay,  sweet  Medora.  [Kneels. 

Sir,  what  are  you  at  ^ 

Kneeling  before  a  little  minx  like  that. 

Silence  ! 

To  me  can  you  forget  your  vow  I 
Somebody  stop  these  women’s  tongues. 


Enter  Syng  Smaul,  l. 

How  now  1 

Syng.  A  wandering  dervise,  by  fatigue  oppressed, 

Begs  you’ll  allow  him  to  come  in  and  rest. 

Pasha.  Admit  him. 


Syng  Smaul  goes  off,  and  returns  with  Conrad,  l.,  disguised  as  a 

dervise  ;  he  hows  to  Pasha. 


Sir,  come  in,  your  boon  we  grant. 


An  Attendant  brings  wine. 


Medora. 

Pasha. 


Syng. 

Medora. 

Conrad. 

Medora. 

Conrad. 

Medora. 

Pasha. 

Conrad. 

Pasha. 

Medora. 

Pasha. 


Drink,  sir  ;  this  maid  will  dance  meanwhile. 

I  shan’t. 

No  sulks,  young  woman  ;  we’ve  an  ugly  knack 
Of  giving  ladies  who  rebel — the  sack. 

Into  the  river,  tied  in  bags,  they’re  shied. 

Tied  in  a  bag  'l  I  care  not  what  betide. 

[Aside  to  her.]  Fear  naught. 

That  voice  ! 

Take  heed — don’t  shout  like  that  out. 
[Aside.]  Talking  of  bags,  I’d  nearly  let  the  cat  out. 

Once  for  all — will  you  dance  at  my  command  1 
Stay,  you’ve  no  music  ;  let  me  call  my  band. 

[Blows  horn.]  My  followers,  ho  ! 

What  mean  these  rude  alarms  'l 
The  trumpet  calls,  and  thus  we  fly  to  arms.  [They  embrace. 
Tear  them  asunder ! 


[Music. — Syng  Smaul  seizes  Medora — struggle,  in  which 
Conrad’s  cloak  falls  off. 

Ho  !  the  Corsair !  murder ! 

[Ladies  scream— all  rush  off,  carrying  Medora,  strug¬ 
gling,  R. 


THE  CORSAIR. 


19 


Conrad. 


Birb. 

Conrad. 

Birb. 

Conrad. 

Birb. 

Conrad. 

Birb. 


Conrad. 


Birb. 


Conrad. 

Birb. 

Conrad. 

Birb. 

Syng. 

Conrad. 

Medora. 


SCENE 


Syng. 


Medora. 

Syng. 

Medora. 

Syng. 

Medora. 


[Blows  horn.]  My  followers,  ho  ! 

Enter  Birbbanto,  l. 

They’ll  follow  you  no  furder ! 

You  have  not  dared  to  tamper  with  them,  slave  1 
Well,  if  you  ask  the  qustion  then — I  have. 

Traitor !  [Draws  sword. 

I  scorn  your  threats  and  you  alike  ! 

This  to  decide  between  us  then. 

[With  the  approved  Victoria  pronunciation.]  Ster-ike  ! 

[Music. — They  strike  attitudes  for  a  broad- sword  com¬ 
bat — Cox  rad  stops  suddenly. 

[Looking  at  his  sword ,  a  light  elegant  one.]  Stop  !  for  stage 
combats  this  is  not  the  thing, 

Just  wait  while  I  exchange  it  at  the  wing. 

[Goes  to  wing,  n.,  and  returns  with  the  orthodox  basket 
hilt. 

Now  then  to  meet  your  fate  so  well  deserved. 

Come  on  ! 

Ster-ike,  as  I  before  observed. 

[Desperate  single  combat — Birbanto  gets  the  worst  of  it. 
Help !  help ! 

Take  that — in  vain  for  help  you  call. 

[Falls.]  That  cut  was  the  unkindest  cut  of  all. 

Die,  villian !  [Guards  rush  in  and  surround  him. 

Saved ! 

Ho!  guards,  to  pieces  tear  him. 

I’m  dished — I  ask  no  quarter. 

[Runs  in  r.,  and  kneels.]  Spare  him — spare  him. 

Tableau — scene  closes. 

VI. — A  Corridor. — Practicable  door ,  r.,  a  barred  window,  l. 

Enter  Syng  Smaul,  leading  in  Medora,  l. 

Fair  maid,  you’ll  be  a  prisoner  here  confined, 

Till  in  this  matter  you’ve  made  up  your  mind. 

If  you  consent  to  be  the  Pasha’s  wife, 

Conrad  the  Corsair  saves  his  forfeit  life — 

If  not,  the  hangman  treats  him  to  a  drop ! 

Marry  the  Pasha,  never. 

[Going,  j  Good. 

Yet  stop — 

Where  is  the  prisoner  1 
[Pointing  to  door,  r.J  In  yon  cell. 

So  near  me. 

He  shall  decide  for  me  !  Ho,  Conrad,  hear  me! 

He  can’t.  ’Tis  vain,  so  you  may  save  your  trouble  ! 

Your  voice  is  treble,  but  the  doors  are  double. 

I’ll  leave  you  to  reflect.  [Exit,  l. 


Syng. 


THE  CORSAIR. 


20 

Medora. 


Gid. 

Medora. 

Gul. 

Medora. 

Gul. 

Medora. 

Gul. 

Medora. 

Gul. 

Medora. 

Gul 

Medora. 

Conrad. 

Medora. 

Conrad. 

Medora. 

Conrad. 

Gul. 

Conrad. 


Gul. 

Medora. 

Conrad. 

Gul. 

Conrad. 

Med,ora. 

Conrad. 


Gul. 

Conrad. 

Gul. 

Conrad. 

Medora. 


Which  can  I  choose — 

The  matrimonial,  or  the  hangman’s  noose  I 
The  Pasha’s  wife — oh,  no;  yet,  if  I  falter, 

’Tis  I  that  lead  my  Conrad  to  the  halter. 

A  footstep  !  who  comes  here  I 

Enter  Gulnare,  r. 

Hush  !  not  a  word ! 

The  Pasha’s  proposition  I  have  heard. 

And  you  advise  me  to  refuse  it  flat  'l 
No,  to  accept  it. 

What !  wed  a  thing  like  that  7 
It  is  a  match  most  women’s  hopes  would  lean  to. 

Indeed  !  then  marry  him  yourself ! 

I  mean  to. 

Explain ! 

Nay,  Conrad  too,  must  present  be. 

Alas  !  they’ve  locked  him  in,  and  ta’en  the  key. 

But  I’ve  a  duplicate  !  [ Shows  key. 

See,  this  will  pick  it.  [ Goes  to  door. 
A  duplicate  !  that  is,  indeed,  the  ticket. 

[Gulnare  opens  door ,  r.  2  e.,  Conrad  comes  out,  ironed. 
We  meet  again,  my  joy  who  now  can  tell  1 
[ Looking  in.]  What  a  vile  dungeon  ! 

’Tis  an  awful  cell. 

Thus  ironed  too  !  these  heavy  fetters  dangling. 

That  loved  form  ironed  !  Well,  it’s  saved  from  mangling. 
Sweet,  ’twas  your  love  that  saved  me — nothing  but  it. 
Their  swords  were  at  my  throat — you  bid  them  cut  it. 

But  come,  time  flies — 

Hah  !  true,  a  just  remark. 

Explain,  too  long  they’ve  kept  me  in  the  dark. 

[Points  to  cell. 

Kept  in  the  dark — come,  there  you’re  wrong,  methinks. 
Surely  you’d  light — those  chains  have  lots  of  links. 
Conrad,  the  Pasha  offers  you  your  freedom. 

Hah  !  on  what  terms  1 

In  her  confusion  read  ’em. 

Her  hand. 

And  she  consents  1  oh,  no. 

I  don’t 

I’d  see  him  further  first,  and  then  I  won’t. 

Brave  girl,  ’twould  be,  were  I  of  you  bereft, 

A  still  more  awful  sell  than  that  I’ve  left. 

But  I’ve  a  plan.  m 

Out  with  it. 

’Tis  that  she 

Pretend  submission  until  you  are  free. 

Good  ! 

But  suppose  he  makes  me  sticks  to  it  1 
And  marry  him. 


THE  CORSAIR. 


21 


Gul. 


Conrad. 

Gul. 

Medora. 

Gtd. 

Medora. 


Nay,  trust  to  woman’s  writ, 

I  mean  to  marry  him  myself — I  told  you ; 

As  the  sole  obstacle,  I  now  behold  you. 

You  gone,  of  all  my  hopes  comes  the  revival, 

With  your  departure,  I’ve  no  more  a  rival 
But  some  one  comes;  they  must  not  here  perceive  me. 
Get  in.  [ Pushing  Conrad  in. 

[Struggling.]  Get  out. 

Go,  go.  [ Locks  door. 

You  won’t  deceive  me  1 

Trust  me.  [Exit,  r. 

I  will. 


Medora. 

Pasha. 

Medora. 

Pasha. 

Medora. 

Pasha. 

Medora. 

Pasha. 

Medora. 

Pasha. 

Syng. 

Pasha. 

Medora 


Pasha. 


Gul. 

Pasha. 


March. — Enter  Pasha,  Syng  Smaul,  Guards,  §c.,  l. 

[Aside.]  And  now  consent  to  sham  ! 

Well  madam,  are  you  quite  resolved  1 

I  am. 

Pause  ere  you  speak— mind,  your  refusal  crushes 
The  Corsair’s  chance.  Your  answer  ! 

,  [Modestly.]  Spare  my  blushes. 

What,  you  consent  'l 

Oh,  sir ! 

You  do  !  you  love  me  1 
.  Can  I  believe  that  one  so  high  above  me 
Can  honor  thus  his  slave  % 

Oh,  joy  !  ’tis  true  ! 

Shout  dogs ! 

Shout  dogs  !  [All  shout. 

Peace,  slave  !  who  spoke  to  you  'l 
For  my  sake  you  give  up  the  Corsair  ? 

.  Clearly. 

It  can’t  be  helped — I’m  sorry  for  him,  really, 

His  fate  is  harsh,  but  even  were  it  harsher, 

Who  would  compare  a  pirate  with  a  Pasha  1 
I  like  a  wealthy  husband — he,  poor  chap, 

Comes  with  a  ring,  but  comes  without  a  rap. 

Huzza  !  Shout,  dogs  !  [All  shout. 

Enter  Gulnare,  Zuliema,  and  Ladies,  r. 

What  means  this  dreadful  clatter  I 
[Aside.]  Gulnare,  the  deuce  !  There’ll  be  a  scene — no  matter. 
[Aloud.]  Release  the  Corsair  ! 


Syng  Smaul  opens  door,  r.  2  e.  ;  Conrad  appears. 

Quick — his  chains  unbind  ! 

Conrad,  you’re  free  ! 

Conrad.  You’re  really  very  kind. 

Pasha.  There,  there,  be  off— for  thanks  you  needn’t  tarry. 
Coyirad.  But  that  young  person  I’m  about  to  marry — 

She  goes  with  me,  of  course  ! 


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THE  CORSAIR. 


Medora.  Nay,  Conrad ! 

Conrad.  What  'l 

You,  too,  desert  me  ! 

Gal.  [Aside  to  him. J  llecollect  my  plot. 

Medora.  Hear  me  ! 

Conrad.  Away  !  you’re  false — you  can’t  deny  it  ! 

Medora.  [ Aside  to  him.]  I’m  but  pretending. 

Conrad.  Aside  to  her.]  So  am  I — be  quiet ! 

Oh,  misery  !  worse  than  prison,  bonds  and  fetters  ! 

Pasha.  Enough,  young  man — she  is  to  wed  your  betters. 

Ladies,  behold  your  future  queen  ! 

Zuli.  What,  she  I 

What’s  to  become  of  me  1 
Gul.  And  me  1 

Conrad.  And  me  1 

Pasha.  Can’t  say,  I’m  sure. 

Zuli.  This  fills  with  grief  my  cup  ; 

Support  me  !  Oh,  woe — woe  !  [Faints  and  is  borne  off,  r. 
Conrad.  Gee  wo — pull  up  ! 

False  maid  !  [ Aside  to  her.]  All  right.  [Aloud.]  Can  you 
desert  me  thus  1 

Pasha.  Of  course  the  girl  can’t  marry  both  of  us  ! 

Medora.  And  since  my  love  cannot  divided  be, 

You,  Conrad,  must  give  up  your  chere  amie  (share  o’me.) 
Conrad.  Enough!  I  from  the  unequal  contest  cease; 

My  heart  is  broken,  but  I’ll  keep  the  peace  • 

And,  since  yours  is  the  victory,  I’ll  be  calm. 

Thus  I  give  up  her  hand,  and  yield  the  palm. 

Medora.  Say  we  part  friends. 

Conrad.  We  do,  though  grief  oppressing. 

[  Weeping  and  joining  their  hands 
Take  her,  be  happy — take  a  Corsair’s  blessing.  • 

Pasha.  Thanks  !  you  are  free — you  now  may  cut,  and  when 
You  have  cut,  mind,  you  needn’t  come  again. 

Conrad.  Fear  not. 

Gul.  [ Aside  to  him.]  Return  at  midnight — you  can  save  her, 

And  also  do  me  a  great  wedding  favor. 

Conrad.  Farewell  !  away  my  lonely  course  I  take. 

You  needn’t  trouble  to  send  cards  or  cake.  [Exit,  l. 

Pasha.  Quick,  slaves  !  make  preparation,  though  ’tis  late  ; 

This  evening  we’ll  the  nuptials  celebrate. 

Bright  garlands  on  the  walls  of  every  room  stick, 

And  bid  the  priest  prepare  the  wedding  broomstick. 

[Exeunt  Syng  Smaul  and  Guards,  l. 
Gul.  Come,  madam,  to  your  room  let  me  conduct  you. 

[Aside.]  Then  of  my  plans  more  fully  I’ll  instruct  you. 
Medora.  Come,  come.  [Exeunt  Medora  and  Gulnare,  r. 

Enter  Syng  Smaul  and  Guards,  l. 

How  now,  slave  I 


Pasha. 


THE  CORSAIR. 


23 


Syng.  Sire,  the  broomstick’s  ready, 

The  priest  awaits. 

Pasha.  Down,  throbbing  heart — be  steady  ! 

Oh,  happiness  !  soon  I  my  wife  shall  call  her. 

She  comes. 

Enter  Gulnare,  veiled,  followed  by  Women,  r. 


Gul. 

Pasha. 

Gul 


Holloa  !  it  strikes  me  she’s  grown  taller. 

Sire,  can  you  wonder  that  I  taller  stand, 

Now  you’ve  made  me  the  highest  in  the  land  1 

Accept  this  ring ;  for  ever  thus  united - 

Shall  we  proceed  1 

Sire,  I  shall  be  delighted. 

[  Wedding  March.  Exeunt  in  procession,  l. 


Enter  Medora,  r. 

Medora.  Saved  !  Saved  !  Gulnare  will  marry,  in  my  stead. 

Blessed  land,  where  veils  are  worn  upon  the  head, 

Screening  the  face,  secure  from  all  beholders — 

Instead  of  bonnets  half  way  down  the  shoulders  ! 

But  for  that  fashion,  all  our  plans  would  fail : 

Nought  can  succeed,  when  its  without  avail. 

They  come  !  [Exit,  r. 

March  repeated.  Re-enter  Pasha,  Gulnare  ;  Ladies  dancing  before 
them,  bearing  flowers ,  §'c.  ;  Syng  Smaul,  Guards,  §c.,  l. 

Pasha.  ’Tis  done,  the  marriage  rites  are  ended  ! 

Go,  fellows,  and  prepare  a  banquet  splendid. 

Lights,  music,  wine,  provide  in  our  pavilion ; 

Wine  for  ten  thousand — music  for  the  million. 

[Exeunt  Syng  Smaul  and  Guards,  l. 
Pasha.  And  you,  dear,  go  remove  your  veil. 

Gul.  I  will ! 

Come,  girls.  [Exeunt  Gulnare  and  Ladies,  r. 

Pasha.  Now,  how  the  weary  time  to  kill  1 

She’ll  be  at  least  an  hour  and  a  quarter. 

She  comes ! 

Enter  Medora,  r. 

Holloa  !  it  strikes  me  she’s  groivn  shorter  ! 
What !  wonder  if  my  head  less  high  is  carried! 

Folks  always  settle  down  when  they  get  married. 

Come  to  my  arms. 

[Medora  runs  towards  him  and  stops,  frightened. 
You  shun  them! 

Nay,  my  fright ! 

Was  at  your  weapons — not  your  arms. 

[Takes  pistols  from  his  belt. 

That’s  right. 

Say,  are  they  loaded  ! 


Medora. 

Pasha. 

Medora. 

Medora. 


24 


THE  CORSAIR. 


Pasha. 

Medora. 


Medora. 


Pasha. 

Medora. 

ConYad. 

Medora. 

Conrad. 

Pasha. 

Medora. 

Pasha. 

Medora. 


Pasha. 


Gul. 

Pasha. 

Gul. 

Pasha. 

Gul. 

Pasha. 


Powdered,  balled,  and  capped. 

Good  gracious  !  [Lays  them  down  at  window. — Aside. 
Now,  I  think  you’re  nicely  trapped.  [N/ie  dances  playfully 
round  him,  he  follows  with  his  hands  raised  supplicatingly. 
Oh,  what  an  attitude !  stay,  keep  them  so. 

[  Takes  a  scarf  from  her  waist  and  ties  them ,  he  laughing. 
Beautiful,  charming  !  Hah  !  he’s  there  ! 

[Conrad  appears  at  window ,  l. 
Holloa ! 

Guards!  treason! 

[Catching  up  pistols.]  Peace  !  another  word,  you  die! 
Medora  !  quick  !  come,  by  this  window  fly  ! 

Say,  can  you  squeeze  these  narrow  bars  between  1 
I  can. 

Oh,  joy  *  she  wears  no  crinoline. 

[Medora  gets  through  window. 

One  word,  one  question  ! 

Weill 

That  pistol,  drop  it. 

Is  that  the  question  1  peace,  then,  or  I’ll  pop  it. 

[They  disappear. — The  Pasha  goes  to  the  window. — A 
pistol  is  discharged  without. 

Gone  ! — treason  ! — murder  ! — help  !  My  guards,  what  ho  ! 
Guards  rush  in,  l.  1  e.,  Gulnare  and  Ladies,  r. 


What  means  this  cry  1 


My  bride  has  fled. 


Here  stands  your  bride. 


’Tis  false 


Ladies,  salute  your  queen. 


Not  so ; 


This  ring  behold ! 


Done  !  swindled  !  sold  ! 


[Falls  into  the  arms  of  Syng  Smaul. — Ladies  kneel  to 
Gulnare.  Tableau — closed  in. 


SCENE  VII.— A  Wood. 

Serena  a nd  Submarina  rise  through  traps ,  r.  and  l. 

Sub.  Good  night,  Serena,  how  d’ye  do  l 
Serena.  Why  who  s 

On  earth  would  ever  dream  of  seeing  you  I 
Sub.  Why  not  I 

Serena.  I  mean  the  sea’s  your  proper  berth. 

So  ask  who’d  dream  of  seeing  you  on  earth  1 
Sub.  I’ve  come  to  seek  you. 

Serena.  What  for,  may  I  ask  % 

Sub.  To  know  how  you’re  progressing  with  your  task. 
Have  you  cured  Conrad  yet  I 


THE  CORSAIR. 


25 


Serena.  Well,  very  nearly. 

Sub.  '  Your  month  expires  to-morrow. 

Serena.  Does  it,  really  7 

Tp-night  then  must  decide — but  see — he’s  here  ! 
Let  us  retire. 

Music. — Enter  Conrad,  supporting  Medora,  l. 

Conrad.  Come,  come,  Medora  dear ; 

Rest  here,  I’ll  call  for  help. 

Medora.  ’Twould  be  no  good, 

To  holloa,  till  we’re  quite  out  of  the  wood. 
Conrad.  Could  I  but  find  the  path,  we’d  soon  get  home ; 

The  way  to  Greece,  should  be  our  way  to  roam. 
Had  I  a  compass,  we’d  know  how  to  steer. 
Medora.  Without  the  needle,  we’re  sewed  up,  that’s  clear  ; 
But  still,  I  always  thought  you  roving  tars, 

To  find  your  way,  oft  had  to  thank  your  stars. 
Conrad.  In  this  thick  wood,  my  science  is  at  fault, 

I  cannot  see  them  !  Come,  let’s  on,  though. 


Birb. 

Medora. 

Conrad. 

Birb.  * 

Medora. 

Birb. 

Conrad. 

Birb. 

Conrad. 

Birb. 

Conrad. 

Birb. 

Conrad. 

Medora. 


Syng. 

Birb. 

Conrad. 

Cors. 
2d  Cors. 
Birb. 
Conrad. 


Enter  Birbanto,  with  Corsairs,  r. 


Halt! 

So,  then,  we’ve  met ;  at  last  my  turn  arrives. 

[Kneeling .]  Mercy  !  Take  all  we  have,  but  spare  our  lives. 
Medora,  rise  !  Speak,  friends — why  this  hostility  7 
You  are  accused - 


Of  what  7 

Respectability ! 

You’ve  heard  of  it,  then  7 

Yes,  and  they  have  picked  out 
Another  leader,  vice  Conrad,  kicked  out. 

And  may  I  ask,  who  my  late  post  now  fills  7 

His  name’s  Birbanto,  on  the  Grampian  Hills - 

Indeed!  I  wish  you  joy. — Come.  [Taking  Medora’s  arm 

Not  so  fast ! 


Secure  them. 


How  7 

Help  !  help ! 

Enter  Syng  Smaul  and  Guards,  l. 


So  caught  at  last. 

Yield,  all  of  you. 

Come,  my  lads,  ho  !  strike  for  freedom  ! 

You  won’t  7 

[Laughing.]  Not  they,  they’ve  not  got  me  to  lead  ’em. 
Resume  your  post,  and  save  us,  we  implore. 

Do,  sir  ;  we’ll  never  disobey  you  more. 

Cowards  !  , 

Resume  my  post — ’tis  a  temptation. 


THE  CORSAIR. 


26 

Medora.  Oh,  no  !  think  of  your  vows  of  reformation, ^ 

For  my  sake  ! 

Serena  appears ,  watching  him  with  anxiety. 

Conrad.  True !  I’ll  keep  them,  love,  with  pleasure. 

Sirs,  my  reform  must  be  a  final  measure. 

Serena.  He’s  saved  ! 

Syng.  No  more  discussion.  March — yet  stay — 

What’s  that  1  Another  prisoner  comes  this  way. 


Enter  Yussuf  chained — two  Guards  following ,  l. 

Yussuf.  [jS'ingrs.]  Why  did  Medora  sell  me  'l 

Through  her  these  woes  befel  me. 

Why  did  Medora  sell  me, 

And  bolt  on  her  wedding  day  'l 


Medora. 

Yussuf. 

Medora. 

Conrad. 

Syng. 

Serena. 

Conrad. 

Serena. 


Medora. 

Serena. 

Birb. 

Serena. 

Birb. 


My  uncle,  and  in  chains  ! 

False  critter,  see 

These  fixins.  You  ’twas  forged  these  bonds  for  me. 

I  am  no  forger,  sir. 

Cease  this  debate — 

We’ve  heard  too  much  of  forging  bonds  of  late. 

Now,  guards,  conduct  your  prisoners  to  their  gaol. 
[Advances. J  Hold  !  for  this  couple,  sir,  I  put  in  bail. 
Halloa  !  my  friend,  the  fairy. 

Yes,  the  friend 

Of  all  who,  like  you,  strive  their  ways  to  mend. 

You’ve  kept  your  word — with  freedom  I  requite  you. 

And  to  the  Peri’s  home  to  sup,  invite  you. 

Oh,  joy.  [Conrad  and  Medora  embrace. 

The  rest  must  undergo  their  sentence. 

Hold  on  !  I  see  there’s  nothing  like  repentance — 

So  I’ll  turn  steady,  too. 

You  settle  down  1 

I’ll  start  a  public  company  in  town  ; 

Turn  a  strict  man  of  business — try  stock-jobbery 


On  the  Exchange  ! 


My  cry- 


-exchange  no  robberv. 


Song  and  Chorus. — Air,  “ One  Bumper  at  Farting .” 

Birh  A  company  starting,  though  many 

Have  tried  it  and  found  it  no  go  ; 

I’ll  endeavor  at  turning  a  penny, 

We  won’t  say  if  honest,  or  no. 

Yussuf.  Guess  I’m  mortal  sick  of  slave  driving, 
Respectable  dodges  pay  best ; 

So  if  this  here  company’s  thriving. 

I’m  there  like  a  shot,  with  the  rest. 


THE  CORSAIR. 


27 


Conrad.  A  real  model  husband  I  mean  to  be ; 

All  my  used-up-islmess  past, 

I  forswear,  since  the  world  I  have  seen  to  be 
Not  quite  so  worthless  at  last, 

One  favor  I’d  ask,  do  not  spurn  it,  your 
Aid,  I’m  quite  strange  to  it  yet — 

Do  you  know  a  good  place  to  buy  furniture. 

Or  a  snug  cottage  to  let  I 

Enter  Pasha  and  Gulnare,  r. 

Pasha.  Here,  stop,  I  intend,  by  the  wig  o’  me, 

In  this  improvement  to  share, 

Henceforward  renouncing  polygamy, 

Stick  to  my  own  dear  Gulnare. 

Gul.  New  hopes  in  my  breast  do  you  kindle; 

I’ll  make  you  the  happiest  of  men  ; 

Having  gained  all  I  wished  by  one  swindle, 

I’ll  never  deceive  you  again. 

Serena.  Kind  friends,  in  this  great  reform  movement, 

No  share  for  yourselves  will  you  find, 

In  your  case  there’s  no  room  for  improvement; 

But  be — as  you  ever  were — kind. 

And  now  for  the  home  of  the  Peri — 

Bright  scenes,  where  we’re  bidden  to  sup ; 

But,  remember,  the  brightest  look  dreary, 

Unless  by  your  smiles  lighted  up. 

[Repeat  last  verse  in  chorus. 

The  scene  opens  and  discovers 

SCENE  VIII. — The  Home  o  f  the  Peri  and  Golden  Gales  of  the  Gar¬ 
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Submarina  appears ,  and  the  usual  transformation  of  the  characters 
takes  place — Two  Clowns,  Harlequin,  Pantaloon,  three  whalebone 
sprites,  and  two  Columbines. 


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